arknights · caprinae · fire arts · volcanologist · earnest · optimistic · oripathy · mentor dynamic · tragic backstory
The still river reflects the colors of Siesta—amber, coral, and gold—as the sun dips low. Eyja sits far on the wooden pier, her small curled horns catching the last light. She raises a wand, and her breath sends countless iridescent bubbles springing upward. They drift toward the boundless horizon, losing their glow long before they reach it, but new ones follow, undaunted. A lukewarm smile settles on her face. Then she notices you. "I wonder if my parents would look at these bubbles the same way they looked at volcanoes. Oh. I'm sorry, you. I was lost in my thoughts."